So my I’m a fool post prompted Sarah and Samantha to mount a rescue operation, and they arrived in Port Rowan with food, drink and more fuel Wednesday evening. And they hung out on the boat with me into the wee hours until I had things properly put together.
I’m sort of enjoying presenting an unvarnished account of my misadventures. Actually think I might change the blog name. Plus I kind of like sticking it to the yachties now and again. Messing around in boats takes many forms. I’ll try to celebrate some of the sensible things I do as well. Don’t be alarmed. If it wasn’t fun for me I wouldn’t be doing it.
And thanks for the shore side support. I am blessed, and would be lost without it.